Why?
Why
must
I
stand here,
watching her die?
Why
do
I
stand here,
not rushing for help?
Then
something
snaps
as I realize
Silverstream will die!
Then
something
snaps
and lets
realization flood me.
I don't want realization.
I want comfort.
I want kits.
I want Silverstream.
Everything
goes blank
I'm
there.
I'm
here.
I'm
somewhere.
Why?
Why must I be
somewhere
but not
elsewhere?
Time
passes.
Every second
is
full
of
pain.
Cinderpelt came.
Tigerclaw came.
Fireheart stays.
A
frantic
dark
grey
butterfly
flits
around
a
near-dead
body
with two kits.
Two living ones.
No living cats
I love.
A
darkly
striped
tiger
helps
lick
a
delicate kit.
A
shape
bright
as
fire
takes the other.
I want to scream.
Don't kill my kits!
But I couldn't.
I
had
to
stand
there.
Frozen.
That was it.
I
was
frozen.
Frozen
with
pain.
Unmoving.
Frozen.